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Bra Briefs' Mom has Got it Going On

Chapter 8: Blackmail

"You live and learn. At any rate, you live." – Douglas Adams

Bra Briefs sat at her desk scribbling on a piece of notebook paper. The pen she was using had 'stolen from Basilio's Pizza' printed on it, and its ink was colored a fire-hot red. She wrote feverishly. Her hand darted across the page as a court stenographer would have done back in the day.

Her hand slid from side to side and quickly made its descent down the page. When she reached the bottom, she flipped the leaf and began on the backside. She took pause for a moment, and the stolen tool fell out of her hand. She shook her wrist and clenched her digits. She popped her knuckles.

She frowned and said, "Hand cramp." She brushed a blue lock of hair out her face. A smudge of bright red ink trailed down her pinky finger, nearly meeting at the nook at her wrist. She proudly lifted up the notebook and flipped a few pages to display her hard work.

Across every line of nearly twenty pieces of paper, it read: 'Mrs. Goten Son, Mrs. Goten Son, Mrs. Goten Son'. In the indentation on either side of the paper, she had written 'Bra Son' vertically to cover every last open area on the pieces of paper.

Bra smiled at her handiwork and let out a low whistle. "Wow," she muttered in shock, "I really need to find something to do… but everything's so perfect now. I don't have anything else to do, but sit back, relax, and bask in the glory of sweet, blissful success."

Bra sighed and her cheeks flushed a rosy red. Her face looked radiant and lovely. "I'm so happy. Goten loves me. No-longer will my Mother be the bane of my existence!"

Bra rested her chin in the palm of her hand with a look of pure euphoria upon her face. "I'm so excited to tell you about what happened… I'm so lucky, I must be in heaven."

Two Weeks Ago:

Bra could feel Goten's lips crushing her own. They were soft and hot and wet. His virile scent attacked at her olfactory nerves. All of these sensations were making her so woozy; it was as if she was getting high off of the essence of Goten. He pulled back to look at her face with his bright, smiling eyes.

"I love you, Bra," he admitted.

She pulled his head toward her and kissed him again. She kissed his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, his neck, his collarbone. "I" kiss "love" kiss "you" kiss "so" kiss "damn" kiss "much!"

Could this possibly be happening, or was this all just a silly dream? Did Goten really just profess his feelings for her? Did he really leave her Mother? 'If this is a dream,' she thought, nuzzling her face into the nook of his collarbone, "I hope that I never wake up!'

She grabbed Goten's forearm and tugged at it as she walked out the front door. Goten tailed behind in her wake with a look of bemusement.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

Bra turned her head around to shoot him smile that was dangerously close to being considered a smirk. She giggled and replied, "It's a surprise!" whilst she thought, 'somewhere desolate… somewhere we can be in complete solitude…'

~End Flashback~

Bra smiled and said, "I would continue, but the last bit is rated R, so you will just have to use your imagination."

Bra drummed her fingernails on her desk and continued, "I know what you're thinking: it's kind of ironic that just hours after Goten broke up with my Mother, I was sleeping with his Father. It's funny how life works out sometimes. If I could go back in time and tell myself, "What the hell do you think you're doing you stupid bimbo? Goten loves you, not her," I totally would. But, I really don't see why it matters that much… it all worked out for the best anyway, and Goten is definitely never going to find out the ugly truth.

The Day After Bra's Return From Pelican Isle:

Bra was drawing hearts in her notebook. There was a large heart centered among a dozen smaller hearts. Within the larger heart, Bra was writing the name 'Goten', followed by the conjunction 'and', and just as she began making the loops of a capital 'B', she was startled by a loud knock on her window.

Bra gasped and paranoia drove her to immediately slam shut the cover of her notebook. She looked toward her windowpane to scope out the creator of the foreign noise. She gasped a second time and suddenly shifted backward in her chair, causing it to screech across the wooden floorboards.

She shakily stood up to unlatch the lock on her window, but the action was unnecessary. Without a moment's notice, standing between herself and her window was Son Goku. He had been the person who had startled her, and he had taken it upon himself to instant-transmit himself into her bedroom.

Fear mounted in Bra's chest and it left a dull ache. 'Why is he here?' she thought, 'He was so inebriated he couldn't have possibly made sense of his memory, could he?' Bra resisted the urge to back away from him like a scared animal. Then he would certainly know that something was amiss!

What frightened Bra even more then his sudden appearance was the look plastered on his face. There was no infamous goofy Son Goku smile on his lips. He was frowning, and his eyebrows were knitted together in what appeared to be a meager scowl.

Bra wanted to run away and hide more than anything else, but she would be damned if she would let herself incriminate herself like that! 'No!' she thought angrily, 'I am way too damn close to getting what I want! I've worked too hard to just throw in the towel now! If there is any doubt in his mind, I will obliterate it!'

Bra frowned slightly and raised a curious eyebrow. "What are you doing, Uncle Goku? Is something the matter? You look kinda upset."

"I think that you know why I'm here, Bra," Goku replied with a grated sounding voice.

Bra crossed her arms and forced herself to smile. "Oh, I get it! You came to remind me that the Z-fighter reunion is in two weeks, right?"

"No," he replied with a deadpan tone.

"Then why – " began Bra, abruptly being cut off by:

"The night of the camping trip," he said, "what happened between the two of us when everybody went to sleep?"

Bra drew her eyebrows together in mock confusion. "Well… let's see… I made us hot chocolate. We talked for a bit, and then I became kind of sleepy, and I went to bed. I think you were a little sleepy too," she said with a wink, "you kept talking about my Mom. You were so silly, acting like you were drunk and all!"

Goku suddenly startled Bra by letting out a low, defensive growl. "No, Bra! Stop lying! I am not as stupid as you think! You drugged me didn't you?"

Bra's mouth hung agape. She appeared confused about what he was saying, but she wasn't. She was just shocked. The truth was she had thought he was stupid enough to believe her. She anxiously bit the bottom of her lip. "I don't know what – " she began relentlessly.

" – stop it!" Goku shouted. The sound of his voice jarred her nerves. "I don't know what you used, but I know that you drugged me, Bra! I remember enough to know that I slept with someone who I thought at the time was Bulma, and I – "

" – then maybe it was Bulma!" Bra replied defensively. She feigned a look of shock. "You slept with my Mother, didn't you? Just wait and see what happens when I tell Daddy!"

Goku narrowed his eyes at her and he clenched his fists so hard that he perforated the skin and drew blood. "Give it up, Bra! You drugged me, and you slept with me! I don't care why you did it! I don't even care why you kept telling me you were Bulma! I care that you did it, and I know that you did it. I could smell you all over myself the next day!"

Bra felt her heart skip a beat. 'Idiot!' her mind screamed. 'Why the hell didn't I think of that? Of course Saiyans have a heightened sense of smell! I knew that! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!'

Bra advanced upon Goku and prodded him in the chest with her index finger. "If you tell a soul," she hissed venomously, "I will deny it! I will tell them you took advantage of me! I will tell them that you raped me!"

Goku didn't so much a blink. "Do it!" he said, crossing his arms indignantly. "I don't care if you lie. Either way, I am going to tell everyone what happened in my book. It doesn't matter whether or not they believe me. I will have gotten this off of my chest. I know that I am telling the truth!"

Bra suddenly knew that Goku wasn't fibbing. Goku was a goody-too-shoos. She was surprised he'd never told a soul about his fling with Bulma. It was unlike him. He must really love Bulma to be able to lie for her.

"You think you're so good, so high and mighty! How self-righteous are you? So you don't care if they think you raped me, huh? Well, Goku, I'm smarter than you are! I know that you won't tell a soul because I have something really dirty on you! I know who you really are! You're a filthy sinner like the rest of us, you pompous fool!" Bra pulled out her desk drawer and tossed him an mp3 player and some ear buds.

"Listen to it," she commanded with a self-satisfied smirk.

She sat down in her desk chair and crossed her legs together comfortably. 'That's right, Goku. You aren't going to be ruining my hopes and dreams,' she thought smugly.

Goku didn't listen to the whole clip. He ripped the ear buds out of his ears and tossed them at the floor like they were tiny snakes trying to constrict his neck. He look absolutely horrified.

"You certainly sounded like you were enjoying it, Goku," Bra said with a smile. She was suddenly confident of being the one to rise victoriously from this fight.

Goku looked appalled and very confused. "What are you?" he asked earnestly.

Bra could suddenly picture Goku with a rope of garlic around his neck, making a cross with his two forefingers. 'He thinks I'm a demon or something,' she thought with slight amusement. She rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Oh shut up, would ya'. Here's how it's going to be: I'll keep my mouth shut, if you keep your mouth shut." Bra laughed and said, "See, it's a win-win situation! I won't get in trouble. You won't be shunned by your family and friends for the rest of your life. Oh, and I was even nice enough to relieve you of your male 'needs'. Kami knows, ChiChi doesn't put out. That must be why you fantasize about my dear Mother, because your old woman is a prude!"

Goku's face turned a crimson red, and he practically seethed in anger. "Shut your trap! You have no idea what you're talking about!" he snapped.

Bra laughed again. She was actually enjoying herself. In fact, it was pleasing for her to watch his surmounting horror and affliction. It was like getting revenge against her Mother for all of her misdeeds. She was hurting her Mother's love. And Goku, he certainly wasn't innocent in all of this either. He deserved this – she told herself.

"So, if you value your integrity, you will keep your mouth shut about all of this," Bra said with a blasé tone of voice.

Goku clenched the mp3 player in his fist and smashed it to smithereens. "Like hell I will!" he yelled.

Bra smirked, "Tsk… tsk… tsk… that thing costs money you know! Besides, are you really dumb enough to believe I hadn't already made a copy of that little evidence?"

~To Be Continued~